Heart to Heart

Though there was no need for him to continue touching her, he didn’t remove his hand.Deanna stared up at him, feeling her internal temperature rise. And then he did something she didn’t expect. He lowered his hand to her waist, then put his other hand on the other side of her waist. Deanna didn’t need the jacket to keep warm. Not at all . . . «I never forgot about you,» Eric said in a low, throaty voice.Dusk had turned to dark since they’d arrived for dinner, and the streetlights provided the only illumination as they stood on the sidewalk. But Deanna wouldn't have needed that to see the heat swirling in Eric’s eyes. «I . . .» She didn’t know what to say. This moment was …